Sunday, February 26, 2012

Ancient Pyramids & Bullfights


Pyramid of the Sun
Roomies from L to R (Malcolm, Nils, Yan)


I made it!
Pyramid of the Moon from the Pyramid of the Sun



The crew
The Pyramid of the Sun from the Pyramid of the Moon

Jaguar Lime Fresco


Pastry Present






This guy was my boyfriend through the whole bullfight!
Me and the Ring
Denver look! Jon found a beer with his new nickname!
Saturday 2/25/12
Today we woke up at 6am to take 3 subway trains and a 50-minute bus ride out of Mexico City to Teotihuacán.  This ancient city is the site of the Pyramid of the Sun, the Pyramid of the Moon, the Avenue of the Dead and many fresco mural paintings. It is said that the city had been established around 100 BC and the continued to be built until about 250 AD.   

Today was a glorious day, as our British chap and roommate Malcolm likes to say.  It was Jon and I along with three of our roommates: Malcolm (of the glorious England), Nils (our Aleman buddy we like to call Haansel) and Yan (of the Asian Persuasion).  When we arrived at 8am the sun had not yet burned off the mist.  We immediately scored some breakfast Tamales and Tamale Tortas then headed inside.  I tried to use my old CSUSB student ID to get the gratis admission but was again informed it was estudiantes nacionales sólo.  One day it will work!

We toured the whole area of 2km in about four hours.  This included the two very huge pyramids and we had to walk up many very steep stairs.  The pyramid of the sun is the larger of the two, but the pyramid of the moon was still enormous.  There were many other smaller buildings in the community and even mounds of yet to be excavated sites.  This was the first of many pyramid sites that Jon and I have on our list to visit and it was definitely very impressive.

After the pyramids we took the bus and the 3 subway trains back to the city and had lunch at the local market with the roomies then came home to rest for a little while.  For dinner Jon and I tried to attend a Cuban club that was going to have music but they didn’t really serve food, so we headed over to a Lebanese place that we have been wanting to try, El Jamil.  The food there was excellent and we even got personal recommendations from the owner Mohammed Jamil before he had the valet bring around his late model BMW sedan and he zoomed off into the night.  Tomorrow, el corrida de toros. Buenos Noches.

2/26/12
This morning we woke up later than usual and went to get some breakfast with Hansel and Russellmania.  We walked to the Pasteleria Suiza (Swiss Pastry Shop) and purchased Quiche, Fruit Tarts, and various filled pastry pockets.  These were wrapped up very nicely in classy paper and tied with string in a European fashion.  Then we went next door to purchase some café americano con leche.  We took all our purchases and walked to across the street to Parque de España to sit on a bench in the sun and talk about important things like Jehova’s witnesses and other cults while we ate our breakfast.  It was a really pleasant ways to spend our morning.

Then we went grocery shopping and came home to relax before the bullfight.  Jon, Russellmania and I went up on the roof to do some yoga de Marcie.  It was good exercise but very relaxing as well.  It was the first yoga class that I’ve taught but I think I did a pretty good job.  We listened Ravi Shankar and the sun was toasty so it was almost like Hot Yoga.  The cleaning lady of our flat also lives in an apartment on the roof and her grandchildren were peeking at us over the edge of the wall and giggling. As usual, we are quite a spectacle in Mexico meriting at least a whisper, point and giggle.
~Marcie

We then went out to the bullfight, “Corrida de Toros” en Espanol.  To get there it was a walk, a subway ride and a walk.  When we arrived it was a very festive atmosphere with people selling everything from cigars and tequila to matador souvenirs and of course tacos.  It was starting to rain so we bought a couple of what we thought were ponchos but turned out to be only plastic capes. 

All kinds of people were trying to sell me tickets in front of the arena, which is one of the largest bullrings in the world.  But I didn’t know exactly how the ticket system worked or how much they should cost and it is always a little questionable buying tickets off of scalper in the US, so in Mexico when the transaction is going down in Spanish it is definitely a no go.  While we held out on the purchase for a little bit to see what the rain would do we got some street cart food and sat under their tarp.  As usual I’m not exactly sure what it was that we ate, but as usual again it was very tasty.
 
When we eventually got tickets from the box office for 70 pesos each (approximately $5.75 US) and went into the arena, one bull had already been killed.  We sat way up in the highest (cheapest) section but it was still a good view of the action.  If you have never been to a bullfight before here’s how it works:  There are 3 matadors (bullfighters), and they each get to fight (kill) 2 bulls.  Each battle takes place over 3 rounds.  The first is when two guys on armor-plated horses ride in to the ring and stab the bull with spears.  Next the matador comes in to much applause and dodges the horns of the dilemma on foot while he sticks 6 short spear/swords into the bulls back.  In the third and final round the matador takes his red cape and “ole’s” the bull while the crowd cheers, until he decides the time is right and on one of the bulls passes he tries to stab it in the heart with one thrust of the his long sword.  This usually kills it.  If it does not, the bull is allowed to live. 

Today the 3rd and final matador, the headliner, Uriel “El Zapata” Moreno, who has a bull-fighting lineage that goes back to the 1800’s, was gored in his leg by the horn of his first bull while showing off for the crowd.  He still came back to kill the bull before going to the hospital.  But there was still one bull left, “Palmito”, and there was a little controversy about who was going to fight it.  I thought about volunteering but Marcie said no.  So out came the first matador from earlier in the night, Fermin “El Joven” Rivera, who had already fought and killed two bulls.  So there is a lot of drama at this point.  We had this aficionado, Javier, who moved a couple of rows back so that he could clue us in, en Espanol, and he was laying it on thick as if this was unprecedented.  Now what does this bull do but absolutely slam into “El Joven” sending him yard sale style straight up in the air.  Before the kid hits the ground “Palmito” has already bucking bronco’d it with a horn thrust and sent him cartwheeling back up into the air.  When this poor boy finally landed awkwardly on his back on the ground Palmito was viciously on him instantly with a combo horn spear, hoof trample that would have killed a lesser man.  But not El Joven.  After he was rescued by all of the Mexican rodeo clowns, Mr. Rivera got up, pulled out his sword and put it right thru the bull’s heart.  Dios Mio!


Saturday, February 25, 2012

The cultural capital

Taking down of the flag at the Museum of Anthropology
Jon & Russell with Poseidon (We think)

Various Heads

Aztec Sun Stone

Russell under the water
Nils-our Aleman (German) flatmate
Alameda Central & Caballo Policia








Diego Rivera's Man at the Crossroads







Zocalo Square Cathedral





Zocalo Square







 
2-23-12
Thursday
We are still in Mexico City going to Spanish class and will be here until March 3rd.  So this morning we went to class.  The class is getting less helpful as the week progresses.  I’m already losing interest and as I sit there fidgeting in that small plastic chair with desk attached while the teacher wastes our time beating a dead horse I recognize the old “this is stupid” feeling that I had constantly in high school coming back again like an annoying old friend that I had to share a desk with.

But after class Marcie, our flatmate Russell and I walked out to Bosque de Chapultepec, the largest park in Mexico City, on the way we stopped at a Swiss Bakery so Marcie could get her daily pan dulce.  Once at the park we went to the Museum of Anthropology.  This is a world class museum featuring relics from the ancient Mexican civilizations that lived before the Spanish Conquistadors arrived.  There were lots of skeletons in their burial tomb, temples covered with carved stone gods, an endless amount of ornate jade and gold jewelry, and musical instruments made of human bones. The Mayan hall and the Aztec hall were particularly impressive.  The museum has so many artifacts that it is a lot to take in at once.  After spending a couple of hours there we were all wiped out so we walked about a mile or so back to our flat. 
That night we half watched The Karate Kid, and did some travel research in Lonely Planet Mexico.  Buenos Noches.

*We picked up one of those head-sized cinnamon rolls to share with all our mates at our flat.  It was large enough for seven people to try and for Jon to have again for breakfast. Dios mio!

Friday 2/24/12

Alright TGI dang F! 
So class was better today.  Still too much technical grammar stuff and not enough practical get things done in another language stuff.   It’s Friday nonetheless and it feels great to get out of class on a Friday afternoon. 

We hung out with the roommates for a little before Marcie, Russell and I walked up to the metro station to get the subway to the central historic district and the Temple Mayor, also known as the Zocalo.  The metro was so fast and easy that we actually went two stops too far before we noticed and got off there instead.  The central historic district is a mash up of sights and sounds.  There are thousands of people around selling everything under the sun from their sidewalk blankets and carts, traditional Indian dancers in loin cloths and feathered headdresses, amazing gold encrusted presidential palaces, monuments to all kinds of foreign heroes and museums where treasures of art and history are housed.

When we got off of the metro and walked above ground our senses were assaulted by carnival of Mexican life.  We walked through the Alameda Central to the Palacio de Bellas Artes, a huge white marble building originally built in 1905 in art nouveau style, until its heavy ornate façade caused it to sink into the soft soil that 500 years ago used to be Lake Texoco.  It was then finished in the 1930’s in the more streamline and lighter art deco style.  Inside were some really stunning murals depicting Mexican life, their revolutionary and communist leaders and their ancient Aztec gods.  One of the most notable was Diego Rivera’s “Man at the Crossroads*”.  After that we walked around, ate some tamales (these are great by the way and cheap, usually about 10 pesos apiece, we have been getting them all over the country whenever we can) and watched some Indian dancers in full traditional dress blow out of conch shell horns and shake their thangs, while some females from their tribe were off to the side chanting and brushing incense smoke out of a clay bowl with bird feather brushes onto other people who I think were paying for this.  Then we walked over to the Temple Mayor ruins where used to stand the main temple for the Aztecs before the Spanish destroyed it in the 1500’s.  This is the legendary spot where according to Aztec myth they saw the eagle eating the snake while perched on a cactus.  They took this as a sign from the gods and built their capital city on that spot.  We watched a military drum and trumpet band and then walked down to get something to eat at this old restaurant called Café de Tacuba.  I had fried cattle brains.  It was ok at first but then the mushiness started to get to me and I could not finish it. 
Marcie, Russellmania and I had a couple café americanos and then walked back to our flat. 

On the way back I got wet running through a fountain with a lot of Mexican teenagers on makeout dates and also got separated from my crew when I went off to take a leak in the bushes.  When I got back on the sidewalk they were not there and without cell phones all of a sudden Marcie and I were separated at night in this strange and violent city.  I hoped that Marcie and Russ had the sense to go back to our apartment so I walked the 30 minutes there.  I only waited about 20 stressful minutes before they pulled up in a cab.  We are unwinding now drinking tea and watching Jaws in English.  Tomorrow the pyramids of Teotihuacan! 

*This mural was the famous controversial one that Diego painted in the Rockefeller Center in New York but was destroyed because Rockefeller didn’t like what it depicted.  Diego then repainted the mural in Mexico.